If you’ve been around this blog for awhile (or at all. ever.), you know all about my (not-so-secret) love affair with pumpkin-spiced everything. In fact, I’ve recently been told by a dear friend that I am always the first PSL (pumpkin spice latte) to grace her Instagram feed, thus ringing in the official start of fall for her every year. Some people cure cancer. I am the bringer of autumn. It’s cool. We each have our own unique talents.
disappointing appalling delightful 90-degrees in Northern Virginia today, which means that it feels nothing like fall outside. But there are crunchy leaves on the sidewalks, the PSL is back at Starbucks, we’ve witnessed the autumnal equinox, and I’ve already pulled my boots and scarves out of the closet. I don’t care what Mother Nature says; fall. is. here.
I’m generally not one to brag. But guys, I’m kind of a German chocolate cake expert. Really.
You see, my husband’s all-time favorite, “if you could choose one thing to eat for the rest of your life” dessert is German chocolate cake.
And he requests it for LITERALLY every. single. special. occasion. in. his. life.
We’re talking birthdays. Anniversaries. Promotions. New jobs. New houses. New babies. Arbor Day. (Okay, no, we don’t actually celebrate Arbor Day. But you get the picture.)
We’ve been married eight years this August, so I’ve made approximately 23988948594543 German chocolate cakes in my life. If that doesn’t make me an expert on the subject, I don’t know what does.
And trust me when I say that if there’s a new twist on the German chocolate cake out there, I’ve tried it. I mean, you can only make the exact same cake so many times before you just get bored out of your ever loving mind.
In case you missed it, it’s my birthday week! (or is it birthweek? Is that a word?)
So long, 27. We had some good times, didn’t we?
And hello, 28.
There’s nothing particularly special about 28, really. It’s not like 21, where you become a card-carrying, bona fide adult. Or 25, where you celebrate being alive for a whole quarter of a century. I mean, that’s kind of a big deal. Or 30. I’ve been told 30 is big. I’ll let you know how I feel about that one in a few years. Or 50 or 100 or any of those really monumental birthdays.
It’s just 28. Just another year.
And yet, I believe there’s always something special about a birthday.
It’s a celebration. It’s a tangible milestone in this adventure we call life. It’s a chance for reflection and goal-setting and maybe even a little bit of dreaming. It’s an opportunity to look at your life, figure out exactly where you are right now, and do a little thinking about where you’d like to be in the next year.
And so, because it’s just what I do, I give you a few random thoughts and lessons from this brand new 28-year-old.